We are the ring , the circle , condominium , earls of the new millennium , keepers of a dying faith, guardians at a broken gate, A fellowship , cabal , sprung from infertile earth, to survive even death, we are few or maybe many, silent but steadfast and strong, weak in solitary as water droplets, but bring the rage of a storm in unison ,

The color of our rage, urge to write a new page , where books seem to end and leaves are no more, blue is our ink, for we are the hopeful, the ever grinding gears upon which the earth revolves , the ever smiling face in a world wrought in pain,

Burn our fire with the intensity of a thousand suns, crackling coals like the bang of a thousand guns , spanning ten thousand years, consuming the dark of fear, in the furnace of life's hell, all resentment, all regret ,

In darkness we are light, in despair we are Hope, in anger we are reason, in frustration we are patience , we are the dreamers, sometimes un-achievers, yet undying and immortal believers in what has been and what is yet to come, when all is lost , and none is left, all that there is is us - we are the keepers and we are the Watchers, known by many a name , and no name at all, all we are and have ever been and will be when tomorrow is nigh , is what we are today, Our appellation is unknown , our numbers uncertain , but our hearts are strong and our mission is certain , see us little , but forget us not, for we are 'The Ring of Blue Fire'